Light sneaks up,
like a clever word.
It's meaning not quite clear at first.
‘Till suddenly it leaps from behind.
Surrounded by brilliance and color
we ask,
"Where did the night go? "
It ends the same but backwards.
The eye winks shut.
They slip off their white robes,
flashing peachy pink and blush
but only for a moment.
Then hide in deepest grey
against darker black.
While between we ride
in drudgeries of work and sleep
ignoring the goings and comings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem